Winter is coming
May winter bring its own deep form of reflection and hibernatory fire kindling to us all.
Reflections
The Felling of Trees
‘One day its gone.’ This is a chilling line and my plea is that we, in this green city, don’t create any more mornings when this heartbreaking line comes true.
Visits to Laugharne at Fifteen and Fifty
‘The 9th November was the 63rd anniversary of the death, in New York, of the Poet Dylan Thomas.’
A Week in Grasmere
‘Here is a photo essay and the poem that came to me after my walk.’
The Day that began with a kiss on a beach and ended with the death of a mother.
These are the thoughts of my daughter, Lara. Well written and heartfelt.
Under the Yellow Arch
These things wake us up from the zombie like sleep of the matrix and help us to live lives of faith-filled uncertainty.
Walking with Arthur
‘what’s fundamental in the emotional dynamic between a dog and owner isn’t the human reading the animal but the animal reading the animal in the human.’
Recovery
‘We have this idea that if only I could be allowed to stop and rest then it would all be great, but our striving and way of living can cause such a disturbance in our soul and body that when we stop the momentum of those disturbing factors persists like inertia.’